Chapter Eleven: I'm Over You And Your Idiotic Self

"Seine? Where are you?" I say into the phone. I'm calling her to tell her she's invited to my wedding in a year or two. I want her to be the first to be invited, even if we're both mad at each other.

She sighs, "I'm not going to your wedding."

"Why not? You'll be a junior in college so will Mary Ann Beth."

"You're going to have to choose soon. If you want endless sex with her, or if you want friendship with me." Then she hangs up.

"Damn it," I say as I place my phone on the nightstand.

Mary Ann Beth looks at me, she's still laying down on our bed. Our? Wow, I can't believe it. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" She asks.

"It's Seine, she's not coming to our wedding." I sit down on the edge of my bed, and look down at my lap.

"She's not? Well if you want her to come so badly, why don't you ask her to go with you somewhere?"

I look at her. "Are you implying that I should cheat on you?"

"No! I'm saying ask her to go somewhere nice with you, and then ask her again. Two friends over dinner. I'll go make calls for your reservations at River Grille."

River Grille is this fancy restaurant 14 miles away. I've only been there once with my aunt Sherry. I'm not exactly the, fancy type.

Mary Ann Beth is on the phone, talking to the restaurant about our reservations for tonight. She's also trying to find me a tux in my closet. There're a few in there, nice ones.

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I got in my car, and drove the 14 miles. It took about 45 minutes. Seine and I took our own cars, and are going to meet there.

I can't believe she actually is going to come.

I park my car into one of the available spaces. Let me tell you, there weren't that much available.

It's a Saturday night. Who wouldn't want to go out, and have fun?

I walk inside, my gray tux is wrinkle free thanks to Mary Ann Beth, so I look like I'm some kind of rich kid.

The guy by the reservation alter looks at me. He had no facial hair, and a fancy hairdo. "Reservations for..?" He asks, with a deep voice.

"Gonzalez and Herondale."

He looks a bit stunned by the Herondale part. "Will Herondale?"

That's her dad's name. "No, his daughter."

"My, my. Patrick, may you take this fine gentleman to table 7?"

The other caterer - Patrick - takes me to my table, and god it's a gorgeous view.

There's a deck with other tables, and beyond that is a huge body of water. The light made it twinkle somehow.

I sat down in one of the oak chairs at my table. Patrick is holding menus, "Would you like to order now?"

"No, thank you. I'd like to wait for my friend."

"Alright, that's fine." He gives me a small smile, which I return back.

About two minutes later, I see Patrick walking Seine to my table. She's absolutely gorgeous. You know those little black dresses? Yeah, well she's rocking it unlike other girls.

I stand up, and greet her, "Hey."

"Hi." She says. I pull out her chair, and sits down, then I push it back in.

Patrick put the menus down on the table in front of us. "Anything drinks I can get you?" He asks, with his writing pad out.

"I'll take a water with a lemon in it." Seine smiles slightly at him.

He returns the smile, and turns to me. "And for you?"

"Red wine."

He writes them both down, and leaves us. Alone.

I'm alone at a restaurant with Seine.

She actually came, I'm happy that she decided to.

"I know you only invited me here because you want me at your wedding."

"Seine, I really want you there."

"I'm not going." She says everything with such steadiness.

"Why won't you go?"

"I'll be busy in college. A real college, not a community college like your stupid girlfriend."

"What about your boyfriend? He stupid, too. He just uses you to do his homework. Typical."

"What are you talking about? Julian's going to Lehigh. He's smart, unlike you."

"Me? You're calling me stupid?"

"Yes, I am."

Patrick comes back with our drinks. "Ready to order?"

I take a sip of the wine, while Seine tells him what she wants. "A grilled chicken Caesar salad, and that'll be all for me."

She's not even going to eat that much either. "I'll have a Chicken Marinara."

Patrick scribbles our food down. "I'll be back in a short while with your food."

"Great." Seine and I both say in unison.

"You like me, Nick. I know you still do. And I think it's fine that you want to invite me to your wedding but I don't want to go. As I said before, college."

"I'm over you, and your idiot self. I love Mary Ann Beth, the young woman I'm getting married to." I say harsher and louder than I mean too. Luckily no one turns to look at us.

"Are you serious right now? I'm leaving, you piece of shit. I hope you have fun getting married to that whore of yours." She picks up the black mini bag, and walks back to the entrance, exit, or whatever.

Patrick comes back with the salad, chicken. "Where is-"

I cut him off. "She left. Can I get it to go?"

"Yeah, sure."

Mary Ann Beth, that idiot. I knew this was a bad idea.